Ardour
[ɑ:dә]
Examples
- Through the deep throng it could pass but slowly; the spirited horses fretted in their curbed ardour. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Rawdon thanked his sister a hundred times, and with an ardour of gratitude which touched and almost alarmed that soft-hearted woman. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- It is simply my ardour, dear Eustacia. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- On the contrary, it appeared that she had proposed to herself the task of hiding that feeling, and bridling her lover's ardour. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- I have observed in books written by men, that period assigned as the farthest to which a husband's ardour extends. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Give me the proof I am going to ask, of your real genuine ardour, and I shall hereafter look up to you as something superior to the rest of mankind. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- I don't regret that I have not a strong will and an immense power of business detail to throw myself into objects with surprising ardour. Charles Dickens. Bleak House.
- Really, there's an ardour excited by the thoughts of danger that makes my heart pant. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Mr. Moore, probably, remembered how she had formerly been accustomed to meet him with gentle ardour and hopeful confidence. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- However, Meyler spoiled my preferment with Ebrington by hurting his lordship's vanity and thus damping all his ardour. Harriette Wilson. The Memoirs of Harriette Wilson.
- He engaged in a course of electrical experiments with all the ardour and thirst for discovery which characterized the philosophers of that day. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- Even the cold regions of Russia were penetrated by the ardour for discovery. Benjamin Franklin. Memoirs of Benjamin Franklin.
- He stood in her presence brave and bashful: subdued and unobtrusive, yet decided in his purpose and devoted in his ardour. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- I read with ardour those works, so full of genius and discrimination, which modern inquirers have written on these subjects. Mary Shelley. Frankenstein_Or_The Modern Prometheus.
- That his understanding has no brilliancy, his feelings no ardour, and his voice no expression. Jane Austen. Sense and Sensibility.
- HALF England was desolate, when October came, and the equinoctial winds swept over the earth, chilling the ardours of the unhealthy season. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- It would be something to be loved by such a girl, to excite the first ardours of her young unsophisticated mind! Jane Austen. Mansfield Park.
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